Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that hates you with a burning passion.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Devil on your shoulder
A baby monitor tuned to a dead channel
A hellbender salamander
A Train Ticket between Lisbon to Portland
A VHS tape of public domain cartoons from 2133 BC
A cocaine-encrusted bible
A Pipe Organ from St. Steven's Cathedral
A USB drive labeled "Virus"
A "Beasty Boyz II Men" embroidered patch
A bolt of thirsty bombazine

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